Keeping Ahead Of The Rain

Swans and gulls on Beaulieu River

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Almost overnight, a stout fence has appeared in the place of our grizelinia hedge. This had been agreed with our neighbours who have the responsibility for it. The work is excellent.

This morning Aaron lopped more extraneous branches from large bay and holly trees.

This afternoon Jackie cut my hair and made a better job of it than the last professional. Later, she drove us to Beaulieu.

Beaulieu river, birds, family

A family joined in  the avian activity on the river.

The younger members perched on the grassy bank and conversed with the swans and their cygnets.

Beaulieu River and Abbey

Across the other side of the tidal river, Beaulieu Abbey could be seen.

Beaulieu River

The birds found the receding waters sufficient for a paddle;

and the grown cygnets continued to clutch at their parents’ apron strings.

Swans and gulls on Beaulieu River

We had been promised a thunder storm at noon. This did not arrive, but the louring clouds overhead decanted their heavy rain purely in order to put a stop to my photo session.

There was nothing for it but to walk up the main street to join Jackie where she was enjoying hot chocolate in the garden centre. By the time we drove back past the river the tide was out.

For our dinner this evening Jackie produced roast lamb, roast potatoes and parsnips, crunchy carrots and runner beans, with gravy, even though she said it herself, “to die for”. I finished the malbec and the Culinary Queen drank sparkling water.

 

Published by derrickjknight

I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.

54 thoughts on “Keeping Ahead Of The Rain

  1. I am TERRIFIED of swans. I was chased by a nasty male while kayaking on the river. It was in the spring and I guess I got too close to his missus and maybe their nest but he chased me relentlessly downstream (thank god the current was with me) raising out of the water and making himself like an avian Trump.

      1. The analogy came to me as I was typing. I was thinking of the last debate and how he stalked Mrs. Clinton. I confess the US election, and DT in particular, has made me like a Crack addict and I can’t keep away from the coverage. Or maybe a better comparison is I’m like a rubbernecker at a car crash. I want to look but I don’t want to look. I’m certainly not passing judgement, but as your northern neighbor it scares the bejeepers outa me.

      2. Suzanne, I can’t figure out how to reply directly to your comment – so I will do so here. I am also terrified. I always suspected some of my countrymen were of this ilk. But I have only recently come to understand how widespread and virulent that mindset is. There is still a little part of me that keeps waiting for him to say, “Just kidding!” I still really can’t believe this is happening.

  2. The Swans with their cygnets look beautiful and graceful as they glide across the water. 🙂
    I will like the fence for you which won’t need trimming nor much care. Do you feel it is as private and fits in well with your stunning gardens, Derrick?

  3. Good light for those photos, Derrick. I can almost see the barometric pressure in the atmosphere. If I was there I would smell the rain too; I have that sort of nose. I can almost smell that gravy 🙂

  4. Such beautiful shares here Derrick.. Lovely scenes and like you my hubby has not visited a hair dresser in over 41 yrs of marriage 🙂 I keep telling him think of the fortune I have saved him. LOL..
    Have a super day 🙂 ❤

  5. ” . . . but the louring clouds overhead decanted their heavy rain purely in order to put a stop to my photo session.” 🙂

    You had taken too many photos it seems. XD

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